Mindy Juice - Wipeout lyrics
[Mindy Juice - Wipeout lyrics]
Money talk money fuckin walk
That’s a paper trail
Niggas lame niggas moving
Slow they some fucking snails
Everyday research for some knowledge so
I can excel bitches hate tried to ride my
Wave but they ain’t doing well
Pussy bitch you can’t ride my wave you
Might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave
But she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer
You gon wipe out
Like some grease on the damn
Stove you get wiped out
When I’m famous I ain’t throwing no ones
I remember they use to throw me crumbs
Still now they don’t show no love
I don't care imma get the job done
Work hard and imma run up a check
Imma make sure that my family set
Swear god I hate a 9-5 but imma
Go hard get my money right
Get the money make it multiply
I remember I used to pop seals
Then I found out it wasn’t my deal
I was going through a lot of things
Emotions like a roller coaster really had
Me feeling all types of way
Summer 16 damn I swear that whole year
Was just like a tidal wave
Even if you stack up
Somethings happen in life
You just gotta have the motivation
To keep going and to always try
Car accident I could’ve died
Thank god that I’m still alive
Doing music till the day I die 14
11 till the day die
Pussy bitch you can’t ride my
Wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave
But she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer
You gon wipe out
Like some grease on the damn
Stove you get wiped out
You was never wavy like me
Bitch you better pipe down
I done set the wave now
They tryna copy my style
Talking hot we gon cross you
Out like some white out
I ain’t catching feelings baby said
I’m catching flights now
Pussy bitch you can’t ride my
Wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave
But she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer
You gon wipe out
Like some grease on the damn
Stove you get wiped out
That’s a paper trail
Niggas lame niggas moving
Slow they some fucking snails
Everyday research for some knowledge so
I can excel bitches hate tried to ride my
Wave but they ain’t doing well
Pussy bitch you can’t ride my wave you
Might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave
But she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer
You gon wipe out
Like some grease on the damn
Stove you get wiped out
When I’m famous I ain’t throwing no ones
I remember they use to throw me crumbs
Still now they don’t show no love
I don't care imma get the job done
Work hard and imma run up a check
Imma make sure that my family set
Swear god I hate a 9-5 but imma
Go hard get my money right
Get the money make it multiply
I remember I used to pop seals
Then I found out it wasn’t my deal
I was going through a lot of things
Emotions like a roller coaster really had
Me feeling all types of way
Summer 16 damn I swear that whole year
Was just like a tidal wave
Even if you stack up
Somethings happen in life
You just gotta have the motivation
To keep going and to always try
Car accident I could’ve died
Thank god that I’m still alive
Doing music till the day I die 14
11 till the day die
Pussy bitch you can’t ride my
Wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave
But she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer
You gon wipe out
Like some grease on the damn
Stove you get wiped out
You was never wavy like me
Bitch you better pipe down
I done set the wave now
They tryna copy my style
Talking hot we gon cross you
Out like some white out
I ain’t catching feelings baby said
I’m catching flights now
Pussy bitch you can’t ride my
Wave you might wipe out
Pussy bitch tried to steal my wave
But she got wiped out
Talking shit something like a surfer
You gon wipe out
Like some grease on the damn
Stove you get wiped out